Throwback Thursday: Closure
It’s that time of week again, Throwback Thursday! The drama has become intense folks. In case you missed last week, let me fill you in. After pretending to be over my ex for the first two months of my junior year, I ran into him at a Halloween party with his new girlfriend. This sent me into an unexpected spiral of emotions. Which brings us to this week. Not quite sure what happened during the 24 hours between the last post and this week’s post, but apparently it was enough to get me closure. (Spoiler alert: a mere 10 hours later I post a blog entry with just the lyrics to the song All Cried Out by Allure. I can assure you I will skip that entry next week and move on to the next post.) So I’m not sure where this post is coming from, but I hope you enjoy it.
[Comments by 2012 Susan]
November 2, 2002 2:16 AM
Closure is a funny thing isn’t it? I mean it’s totally a real concept.
Tonight I gained closure [the next five posts would imply otherwise]. I didn’t even really know that I needed it until I got it, but I definitely felt it once it set in, and it was a great feeling [though apparently a fleeing feeling].
Until tonight I was frustrated with the way things were, and it seemed to me that things still weren’t settled. But they totally are. The situation now is how it’s always going to be. If something different was meant to be it totally would have happened. [I sound so healthy and mature right? Who would believe that this same girl is 10 hours away from posting sappy song lyrics to her blog?]
People have exes. That’s just a fact of life. And you run into exes, and sometimes they can talk and be cool, and sometimes they can’t. It sucks if they can’t, but what is important to remember is that if one person is with someone, it’s not the other person’s place to try and be his friend. [In defense of my ex, he was a super nice guy and I'm pretty sure the only reason we didn't talk at the party was that I was too mad at him for bringing his new girlfriend to go near him.] Take a step back and be mature. I don’t want to be the ex that the new girl is worried about [clearly I was not lacking confidence this night. As if my very presence in a room would be reason enough for my ex to reconsider his new relationship]. So I won’t put myself in that position anymore. If that is how it has to be, then fine. Okay so I am going to bed.